Lily, Lily! I am sighing
With despair and hopeless woe.
I am tortured, I am dying,
And my soul has lost its glow,
But my love evoked no pity:
You consider me pathetic.
Keep on laughing: you are pretty
Even when unsympathetic.
Лила, Лила! я страдаю
Безотрадною тоской,
Я томлюсь, я умираю,
Гасну пламенной душой;
Но любовь моя напрасна:
Ты смеешься надо мной.
Смейся, Лила: ты прекрасна
И бесчувственной красой.
«4 Over the sleeping youth — golden spurs. / Command: Up high! / Back at the heels the crowd of robbers. / George, cry! With a free left hand you're feeling the cross. / Command: swim! / Rule, that to the last one they come under / The cupola Sofian! We're lost! The joints will not ...»
«5 In the name of massacre / Hold tight, my one with wings! / There was an hour of crossing / And will be — of getting even. In that ton-and-half hour / Between fact and dream / Heavily paddled / The ship's wings. Between Charybdis — yes! — / And Scylla paddled away. / Oh my...»
«Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Who — now? / Leader of crowds. Step — hour, / Sigh — century, / Look — down. / All — there. Foe. — Friend. / Thorn. — Laurel. / All — dream... / He. — Horse. Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Cloak — ol»
«Into the ether / Leads the path. / Stop, now! / Blind is youth. / Higher, all higher! / Into blue rye! / Stop, now! / You'll step in the sky.»